Beer and the wonderful brevity of getting up early
Well, work boxes well and truly ticked. 18:45 and job's a good 'un. Gives me plenty of time to rest this evening. Might even celebrate with a home-made curry and a film. I haven't had the opportunity to watch The Corpse Bride yet. Given that I quite enjoyed The Nightmare before Christmas, I'm expecting Mr Burton to deliver once again.
Saw Team America for the fist time a few weeks ago. I watched it with my Mum. She's wasn't impressed. I'm not sure if she was least impressed with the film, or my psedo step-dad's and my squeeling like a stupid child at it. I suspect she doesn't like the fact that he and I have bonded over something.
That was an interesting day that was. I had to chauffeur my Mum up to Nottingham (she has a gammy thigh) so that she could attend my sister's mother-in-law's funeral. Even though I'd never met the dearly deceased, I didn't mind. Little Sis is a bit down and the moment and it was a good chance to go see her. It felt odd, though. I was in a house saturated with grief. There was genuine mourning. Even the bloody dog looked like it had tears in its eyes. The Dad was out of his tree on a cocktail of mourning and whisky, while the (almost) brother-in-law was playing the cold emotionless robot role, trying his hardest to take care of his Dad and his little brother. I couldn't help but get carried away with all the emotions. It made me think of dead people I knew, who I hadn't grieved for in a long time. That's why, when my mother fell asleep on the drive home, I took the 100 mile detour so we could go visit my grandfather's grave.
That was a good thing to do. It felt good. As we were clearing the overgrown weeds off his stone, and could see the lettering, I remembered things which he used to say, and the knowing way in which he used to make things better with a cup of sugary tea and a discussion around the merits of different fast bowlers. It was nice. I felt close. We took a detour to look at all the places where we used to live, my old primary school, and took a visit to the new supermarket which is on the site of the old health centre where my little Sis was born. That's where I picked up of Team America.
I looked him up on google when I got in. In today's intercyberwebnet world, it was bizarre to see nothing there. He had been the President of a regional branch of the British Legion, and Chief Treasurer of a major national Cancer charity. He had a CBE too for services to charity. Funny how people can be forgotten by the world so easily.
Anyhow. Must go. That's enough rambling for today.
Sleep well xx
Saw Team America for the fist time a few weeks ago. I watched it with my Mum. She's wasn't impressed. I'm not sure if she was least impressed with the film, or my psedo step-dad's and my squeeling like a stupid child at it. I suspect she doesn't like the fact that he and I have bonded over something.
That was an interesting day that was. I had to chauffeur my Mum up to Nottingham (she has a gammy thigh) so that she could attend my sister's mother-in-law's funeral. Even though I'd never met the dearly deceased, I didn't mind. Little Sis is a bit down and the moment and it was a good chance to go see her. It felt odd, though. I was in a house saturated with grief. There was genuine mourning. Even the bloody dog looked like it had tears in its eyes. The Dad was out of his tree on a cocktail of mourning and whisky, while the (almost) brother-in-law was playing the cold emotionless robot role, trying his hardest to take care of his Dad and his little brother. I couldn't help but get carried away with all the emotions. It made me think of dead people I knew, who I hadn't grieved for in a long time. That's why, when my mother fell asleep on the drive home, I took the 100 mile detour so we could go visit my grandfather's grave.
That was a good thing to do. It felt good. As we were clearing the overgrown weeds off his stone, and could see the lettering, I remembered things which he used to say, and the knowing way in which he used to make things better with a cup of sugary tea and a discussion around the merits of different fast bowlers. It was nice. I felt close. We took a detour to look at all the places where we used to live, my old primary school, and took a visit to the new supermarket which is on the site of the old health centre where my little Sis was born. That's where I picked up of Team America.
I looked him up on google when I got in. In today's intercyberwebnet world, it was bizarre to see nothing there. He had been the President of a regional branch of the British Legion, and Chief Treasurer of a major national Cancer charity. He had a CBE too for services to charity. Funny how people can be forgotten by the world so easily.
Anyhow. Must go. That's enough rambling for today.
Sleep well xx